^{by Ninnu, senior supervisory dog and couch rights advocate}

Poff! 🐾

Today Daddy took photos of each of Muffin’s five puppies. Mommy kept telling him to hurry up because it was getting a bit late — apparently, the light was just barely still good enough (or so he claimed while adjusting his lens and lights for the fifteenth time). I won’t speculate, of course. But I will say that someone had been lounging quite comfortably for most of the day before remembering “oh yes, the photos!”

Muffin got quite worried when Mommy started taking her pups out of the box one by one. She kept sniffing around and following Mommy with those wide “don’t break them” eyes. I stayed close, just in case. You never know with humans — sometimes they drop socks.

“Black girl” / “Musta tyttö” (“Pikkumusta”)	Me taking care of “Pikkumusta”

Here, you can see me watching over ‘Pikkumusta’ — that’s what Daddy calls her. She’s the smallest black pup, and yes, a total cutie. I won’t lie. I’m a little jealous. These tiny girls are getting all the attention lately. And the boys too. Not one “good girl” for me all day.

The puppies did protest a bit though. Constant squeaking — like a drawer full of rubber ducks. Daddy says that’s normal. I say it’s dramatic.

“Spot boy” / “Laikkupoika”	“Spot boy” / “Laikkupoika”

Still, I suppose they’re doing well. Muffin seemed relieved once they were all back in the puppybox, and Daddy put the flashy thing away. And I got my spot on the couch back. So, peace was restored.

I’ll keep watching over them. After all, someone has to make sure this family project doesn’t go entirely off the leash. And if there happens to be a treat or two in it for me later... well, I wouldn’t protest.

Poff poff!🐾

Ninnu,
Senior Supervisor, Puppy Division